This is a song about "Apple martini"

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,